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Walking out of the elevator and on to the common room, Clint rushed over and gave Natasha a brotherly hug.
"I thought you were on a 6-week mission!" She questioned Clint.
"I was but I couldn't stay when I heard my favourite 95-year-old super soldier got a girlfriend!" he replied giving Steve a manly hug.
"firstly Barton, I'm the only 95-year-old super soldier you know and secondly, did tony tell you who she is?" Asked Steve smirking a little.
He gave a small glance over at Natasha who was talking to Pepper but no one noticed.
"no he wouldn't tell me says it's better for you to tell me…" he sighed and looked over at Tony who was currently having a hangman battle with JARVIS on the digital kitchen counter.
Steve looked again at Natasha then grinned.
"you know what Clint? I want you to try and guess who it is. If you guess right, you and Tony get to say whatever you want to me and call me whatever you want for a whole week without me dangling you over the balcony." He smirked knowing how unlikely it was that he would guess right.
"you have 1 week and you can't get Tony to tell you who she is. I will be getting JARVIS to keep an eye on you." He continued.
"I can confirm that for you Captain rogers." The software replied.
"Alright deal!"
The next few days was spent with Clint guessing.
Day 1 in the kitchen: "is it that shield agent who has the blonde hair, faked being a nurse, was secretly working for Fury and had the broken washing machine?" he asked.
"Nope!" he said getting a fizzy drink out the fridge.
Day 2 in the elevator: "what about Chloe from my Zumba class?"
"wait you do Zumba?"
"yeah, it's like, the best thing EVER! I tried to get Nat to come but she wouldn't..." the hawk said.
"I don't even know someone called Chloe…" Steve said walking out the elevator.
Day 3: Steve casually wandered into the common space where Clint was sat on the sofa reading:
"What about my little sis?" she asked not without up from his book.
Steve stopped in his tracks
"Ermm… Clint? you don't have a Sister..." The captain replied.
"oh sorry I wasn't clear." He said getting up.
"Oh, you know? Natasha? The famous Black widow, Romanoff… ring any bells?" he continued with a smirk on his face.
"JARVIS! TELL TONY HE IS VERY SLIGHTLY, DEAD!"
"Captain Rogers it wasn't Tony who told him, it was Miss Romanoff." He replied.
Suddenly a grinning Natasha appeared in the doorway.
"Now Rogers, there are two reasons I told him, the first being I'm sick of not being able to be seen with you outside our floor and the second being I just wanted to see what insults they could come up with in a few days." She grinned.
He chuckled.
Suddenly a loud booming voice came over the intercom.
"SO CAPTAIN HOW WAS YOUR FONDUE WITH RED OVER THERE?!" boomed Tony's voice.
"STARK IM NOT ANSWERING THAT!" Shouted Steve.
Natasha disappeared from the doorway.
"BUT CAPTAIN, WE WON THE BET…. AHHHH… NO PLEASE! IM SORRY! OWWWWWW.. WHAT THE… NO, NO NOT THE RED ONE! PLEASE RIP THE BLUE ONE JUST PLEASE DON'T RIP UP RUBY ROCKIN!" screamed Stark through the intercom.
Steve and Clint looked at each other.
"HEY GUYS SORRY ABOUT THE RACKET" Natasha spoke through the intercom as sounds of crying could be heard in the back ground obviously from Tony.
"Nat what did you do?" Clint asked with an amused grin on his face.
"YOU KNOW THAT RED SUIT HE LOVES AND WONT STOP WEARING? YEAH WELL, LETS JUST SAY ITS GONE FROM LOVED TO SHOVED. BECAUSE UNLESS HE HAS AN EMERGANCY SEWING MACHINE ON HAND HE CAN SAY GOODBYE TO RED SUITS AT RED CARPETS! She said.
And for next few days Tony wouldn't look Natasha in the eye…
Thanks again for the reviews! I know where I want to take this story and it is so far going the way I planned the next few Chapters will get interesting I promise! :)
